Short Story
The Unforeseen Disclosure
Two weeks afterward and I haven't listened to anything from Kye which truly shouldn't astonish me, but it does. Jay hasn't truly said anything around what happened and I do not think he truly cares. He's been calling me more regularly so I think which means whoever he was assumed to be seeing cut him off. This has all been happening for a reason; each single time we attempt to go against each other it never works out. We are implied to be for each other. . .perhaps he's at last beginning to see this.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
Someth*ng's M*ss*ng
He woke up and knew that the day was…off. Monday afternoon – a late start to the day – and there was a real sense of the day as…strange and new. He had to make a cup of coffee to focus. There were plenty of mugs, glasses, spoons and forks, but he had no…what were those objects? They cut up bread and cheese? The name was a mystery. And lunch or breakfast – brunch was a strange word he hated - was fast, sweet and cold with the coffee a perfect match to the doughnuts and oatmeal. Next, some yoga (cat and cow poses), push-ups, squats, stretches and rest.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
The Puppet Master. AI-Generated.
Detective Alex Turner was a man of routine. His days were a methodical dance of crime scenes, interrogation rooms, and endless paperwork. But the rhythm of his world was shattered with the murder of a seemingly random woman found in her upscale apartment. The scene was clean, almost clinical, save for the single, chilling detail: a porcelain doll clutched in the victim's lifeless hand.
By Khalid laakiki2 years ago in Fiction
Second Tuesday of November . Top Story - July 2024.
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
By Elizabeth Petit2 years ago in Fiction
Camp Coincidence. Content Warning.
There was no end to the amount of kids jumping in that pool. Being a good summer camp, there’s always a place for them to go and blow off steam, at least we thought so. We couldn’t have them cooped up doing crafts or learning about which berries were okay to eat. It was a big pool, plenty of space for all of the kids to swim. It was the best part of camp, for them, for us, we all loved it. It’s closed. The young ones won’t stop shitting in it. Four times they’ve let a log roll out and four times we’ve closed it. It all happened in such quick succession the camp manager decided it wasn’t worth keeping open. One hundred and twenty kids and twenty-two counselors without a pool. It was tough to imagine the camp without a pool.
By Keb Rogers2 years ago in Fiction
Delusions of Danger
It was a fall night just like any other; the air had recently turned crisp and cool as the leaves began changing colors outside. As such, we had retired the air conditioner for the year in favor of warm sweatshirts. Tonight we were playing Super Smash Bros, a household favorite.
By Nick Dehler2 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Heart
In the heart of the bustling city of Newbridge, where towering skyscrapers touched the clouds and the streets were always alive with the hustle and bustle of people, there lived a man named Arthur. Arthur was not a rich man, nor was he particularly famous or influential. He worked as a clerk in a small office, lived in a modest apartment, and led a simple life. But Arthur had something far more valuable than wealth or status: he had a heart of gold.
By Francis V.2 years ago in Fiction
The Specter's Reign
It was the first day of Fall, and the leaves had begun to crumble and break. I watched a frail, orange leaf fall slowly from a tree and onto my windshield. It was just after 11am and a ceiling of gray clouds separated the town from the sun above. Despite this, it was a fairly comfortable morning. As I drove home from therapy, I thought aimlessly of all the troubles that plagued me. I forced them out with my breath, and they clawed their way back in. I was driving on autopilot as I approached the stop sign. I saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye. My speed slowed increasingly as I approached the stop sign. I had plenty of time to stop, but I didn’t. I felt a bump beneath my tires, and fear made my spine tingle. I did not stop or look back before I reached the stop sign and came to a full halt.
By Nick Dehler2 years ago in Fiction
"Tree Topper"
"Oh, my goodness!" He bellowed, "What's wrong now?" Frustrated, Renee answered. Always some deal with Harvey, for sure, she thought. "Help me for heaven's sake!" The urgency of the response caused her to jump to her feet. As fast as she could she made her way down the hall to see Harvey, a look of terror spread across the face of her best loved Uncle. A closer look only made her laugh aloud!
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Fiction
